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Shifting Consequences--Chapter 3: Self Discovery

By: Zmeydros AKA Lucien Quinn

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Note: I use pronouns that reflect the gender the character believes (Him/her/hir)self to be. Furthermore, if another character is involved, he/shi/she will refer to the character using pronouns that reflect how they view the character.

Zack looks up from the table when he hears the door to he interrogation room open. Rhonda's face is full of frustration and sorrow. His chest tightens. They must have seen the change. Damn it! He hits the table with his fist so hard that he dents it. Harold and Rhonda jump in surprise. "Let me guess, the person behind the glass saw something odd, the government has been called in, and I'm stuck here until they come for me."

The surprise leaves Rhonda's face quickly. "I'm afraid we caught your body changing on tape... Whatever you do, don't do anything threatening like that while you are in our custody; police are jumpy."

Harold turns to Rhonda. "He is being kept here even though he has committed no crime?"

If Zack is going to get out of this he is going to have to keep the element of surprise. They must not suspect that he is going to do anything to fight back. "Parts of my body transform, Harold, I don't blame the police for my being held here. They are just doing their job, protecting citizens. I don't want to be locked up for the rest of my life, but I don't see any alternatives. It's just my bad luck that I was caught on tape."

"You're serious? Parts of your body transform?" Harold's look of disbelief is almost comical.

Rhonda holds up a hand. "Let me stop this discussion right here. Harold, go take a look at the tape before it is classified. Zack, you're going to come with me. Let's try to get you your own cell. Making sure you get a good night's rest is the least I can do." She walks over to Zack and grabs his hand.

As Harold walks out of the room he glances at Zack and smiles. "No matter what I see on that recording, I will still be at your service." He shuts the door behind him.

The sense that Rhonda is very sick hits Zack hard. He feels like his whole body is aching. Does Rhonda have cancer or something? He takes a deep breath and concentrates on her smell. She does have cancer and she doesn't have long to live. How does he know these things? Sympathy wells up in Zack. He stands up and looks into Rhonda's tired eyes.

It is Rhonda's turn to look concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. We can talk more when we get out of this room." Zack follows Rhonda out the door.

Many minutes pass while Rhonda tries to get Zack a cell of his own. Zack is bored and staring at the floor. The bench he is sitting on has a worn pad and his butt is starting to ache. He barely notices a slight burning on his inner thighs. Rhonda's voice causes him to look up.

"I managed to get you an empty cell." The accomplished look on Rhonda's face is endearing.

"Let's get this over with. I have been trying not to think about what spending the night in a jail cell will be like." Zack gets off of the bench and follows Rhonda again. Nervousness takes hold of him. He has to figure out a way to avoid meeting the government officials.

A feeling of dread comes over Zack when he sees the room he is about to enter. It looks like he is going to have to change into a prison uniform. He doubts he will be allowed to change in private. Does he really have to put on a prison uniform if he isn't a suspect? His chest is starting to burn as if it is being covered in scales again. Can't he get just one break? First his thighs and now his chest?

Rhonda puts her hand on Zack's shoulder. "I want to tell you about what is going to happen next myself. Regulations have gotten stricter ever since the nation entered a state of emergency. You'll have to be strip searched and you'll have to change into a prison uniform before you go to your jail cell."

"No way. Why would anyone even make such a ridiculous regulation? People usually get to wear their own clothes and keep some of their belongings when theyâ€" Zack can feel a headache coming on. The skin on his ears is being stretched as they grow.

"Your ears are changing again. Get into the room before all the people out here see you." Rhonda pushes Zack toward the room. "The regulation was changed because the government is starting to see terrorists everywhere."

This room has a small twenty-something male guard in it. His crew-cut hair is dark brown and he has a stereotypical cop mustache. Zack can see that he is small even though he is sitting at his computer. It looks like he has tried to build some muscle. Zack sighs to himself; he was hoping he would get strip-searched by a woman. No such luck.

The computer screen Glenn is looking at has all of Zack's information on it. A high school student who is going to be held for the feds. Glenn shakes his head. He can't even find a reason the feds want Zack. What happened to this country? The land of the free is now the land of terrorist suspects.

The sound of someone entering the room causes Glenn to look up. For a moment Glenn just stares at Zack, but then he notices that Zack's ears are pointy and green. He takes a deep breath. An irresistible scent is in the air. This teenager looks gorgeous. Glenn is looking forward to seeing him naked. Why are his thoughts so sexual all of a sudden? "Rhonda, I'll take it from here. You can talk with Zack when he is in his cell. I'll call you when he is ready."

"Here are his papers. We are already aware of his strange attributes. Don't be alarmed if you see something out of the ordinary." Rhonda hands the folder she is holding to Glenn. "Zack, I'll come back as soon as I can."

"I'll keep that in mind." Glenn shuts the door when Rhonda leaves the room and then walks up to Zack. "My name is Glenn; please get undressed and put your clothes in locker 36. I'll try to make this quick and professional. All you need to do is follow my directions." Glenn walks back to his computer and turns off the surveillance. He might get in trouble, but he wants to keep Zack's changes from being recorded. If the feds want to take some high school kid with no criminal record away from his family, Glenn will not be an accessory to it. "Zack, I just turned off the surveillance in this room. I might get in trouble for it, but I would rather not feed the feds, if you know what I mean."

"Thanks." Zack sighs and starts to undress. He would prefer not getting naked in front of some random stranger. When he has his shirt off he sees that his entire chest is covered in yellow snake-like scales. Then he takes off his pants. His thighs and groin are also scalyâ€"it looks like the scales are spreading.

He is completely naked and he can see that Glenn is strangely enthralled by his appearance. Zack wonders if he is affecting Glenn somehow. The headache is getting worse. He can feel his face pushing out again and his tail forming. The pain is only mild this time. Zack feels horny, but something tells him that he should not follow through on his desire right now.

The scene in front of Glenn is so surreal and so hot that he doesn't know what to do with himself. All his time looking at furry porn has not prepared him for this. A real life dragon. Glenn reaches out and touches Zack's chest. The scales are real. He touches Zack's snout as it pushes out and feels the bones and muscles shifting under Zack's skin. The erection in Glenn's pants is painfully hard. He wants to shove himself into this dragon. Glenn kisses Zack and shivers go down his spine when Zack's tongue enters his mouth.

When Zack breaks the kiss Glenn tries to resume it, but Zack holds him back. Zack leans his snout right next to Glenn's ear. "If you want to have sssex with me, you're going to have to help me get out of jail tonight. It is way too rissky to have ssex in here."

Something in Glenn's mind falls into place. He can't have sex with Zack right here. "I'll help you then. I don't know why I want to have sex with you so badly, but I haven't been this sure of something for a long time, and I like furries a lot... Are you going to stay like that? I think it would be good if you look human until you get out of the police station."

"I have no idea how long it will take for me to change back." Zack looks at his body. His scales are so shiny and his long powerful tail is so cool. After all those jokes he made about his friend Chris' stash of furry porn, Zack could now star in live action furry porn. The irony is thick.

"Can you consciously control your change?" Glenn looks into Zack's eyes.

"I don't know. I haven't really tried." Zack focuses his mind and thinks about changing back to his human form. He tries to fight the arousal in his mind. He feels his snout shrinking.

"Looks like you can control it. That's really good. I was worried that we would have to put a sheet over you when we brought you to your cell." Glenn watches in awe as Zack slowly becomes human again.

Zack's mind is extremely tired. He feels like he is trying to get morning wood to go away with force of will alone. A confident smile grows on Zack's faceâ€"he can control it, though. This makes things much easier. He'll have to try to make himself change later. If he can transform or revert to his human form at will, he won't have to worry about his ability to transform. Zack is now fully human except for his sheath and balls.

He tries to get them to go back to normal, but no matter how much he concentrates nothing happens. "Are my ears pointy?"

"Just barely. I wouldn't notice them unless I was looking closely. Your balls and sheath are kind of obvious though. I'm guessing that you can't change them back." Glenn shifts his weight to his other foot as he stares at Zack's crotch. Zack's sheath looks so sexy.

"Nope, I tried to change my crotch back to normal, but nothing happened. Let me see if I can do anything about my ears. Zack concentrates on his ears and nothing happens. "Did they change?"

Glenn shakes his head.

"I'm happy anyway. I can pass as a normal human as long as I'm clothed. Do you still have to strip search me?" Zack wants to get clothes on as soon as possible.

A crooked smirk plays across Glenn's face. He can give Zack a strip search he'll never forget if he adds in a cavity search. Glenn puts on a blue rubber glove. "Put your hands on the wall andâ€"

The look on Glenn's face is scaring Zack. "I thought this was a strip search and not a cavity search."

"Never had anyone touch you there before? I promise you will like it." Glenn puts on a reassuring face.

An intense curiosity causes Zack to feel less nervous. He has heard that anal play is very pleasurable, but he never got up the courage to try it himself. "Okay. Use plenty of lube."

After lubing up the middle finger on his gloved hand Glenn puts his ungloved hand on Zack's shoulder. He spreads lube on Zack's pucker and then slowly inserts his finger. Eventually he is far enough in to push on Zack's prostate. When he presses his finger into it Zack moans.

The feeling of Glenn's finger is very intense. The sensation is alien and very erotic. Zack pushes against the wall to hold himself up. So this is why men are willing to stick objects in their ass. He can tell that Glenn is experienced at thisâ€"Zack's body is shivering. If doctors did this to him when he had a physical exam he would be much more punctual about his physicals. "Glenn, I have to admit that this feels a lot better than I thought it would. I thinkâ€"oohâ€"we need to get me to my cell before someâ€"ahâ€"one wonders why it this is taking so long."

Glenn really wants to have sex with Zack now. He can tell that Zack has never been taken in the ass before. Glenn withdraws his finger, takes off the glove, and throws it in the trash. This is the first time he has actually enjoyed his job since the government went insane and added hundreds of stupid regulations. "I've decided how I'm going to break you out of here. I will probably not be able to return to work after I help you, because I have no good way of hiding my involvement."

"Glenn, don't help me. I don't want you to be hunted like me. You deserve better than that." Zack turns around and grabs the prison uniform that is sitting on the bench next to him. He starts putting it on.

"You can't change my mind. I'm a stubborn man and I won't take no for an answer. I know how to give the feds the slip because my brother is a Homeland Security agent and he likes to bitch about all the flaws in the system whenever we get together." Glenn smiles. "Did you know that their facial recognition system is ninety-nine percent accurate, but the software it uses crashes daily? My brother said that they have to take parts of the system down every week. Oh, and get this. Some cities don't have enough cameras in them because of budget cuts. Half of Chicago has no surveillance cameras. The government may be crazy, but at least it's still poorly run."

A chuckle bursts out of Zack. He feels hope flicker within him. "How are you going to get me out of here?" He is almost dressed.

"I'll come and get you at two in the morning. The night watch starts playing poker around that time. I'll disable the surveillance by shorting wiring in the junction box that powers the servers. Maybe that'll get the state to see the wisdom in buying battery backups. I swear that we are less prepared for terrorists now than we have ever been. The government keeps spending money, but they never do anything practical with it. I am rambling... Let's get you to your cell."

At least the prison uniform isn't drafty and he is finally wearing shoes. Zack feels surprisingly comfortable in it. "You might have to shake me to wake me up, but I don't startle easily so I won't scream or anything... Before you take me to my cell, I want to know something. Why is the night watch allowed to play poker?"

"I have no idea. Ever since we got this new surveillance system the chief has been easy on the night watch. I guess he figures that the night watch can look at the surveillance feed while they play. They might wonder what happened when I kill the power, but it'll take them some time to get to the area your cell isâ€" A knock on the door surprises Glenn.

The muffled voice on the other side of the door sounds gruff. "You better be done with that strip search, Glenn, because I'm not going to sit here with this DUI any longer. He stinks and I want him out of my hair. Do you hear me, Glenn?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec, Ben." Glenn turns to Zack. "Go out that door and ask the guard to take you to your cell. He might cuff you while he takes you there. Don't piss him off. Tom has a real temper."

"I'll just do what he tells me toâ€" Zack is interrupted by Ben.

"It has been over half a minute. Open the door or I'll get the Chief to do it." The voice on the other side of the door sounds even more unpleasant now.

Zack heads out of the door that Glenn indicated and almost walks right into a professional bodybuilder turned cop. Tom looks like a linebacker.

"You must be that Zack kid. What the hell took you so long?" Tom looks annoyed.

"I-uh had trouble finding a uniform that fit me right." Zack hopes his fib is at least partially believable.

"You must be metrosexual or some shit. It's a prison uniform, not a tuxedo..." Tom grabs Zack's arm. "Let's get you in your cell before you start trying to fix your hair."

Blood is no longer able to travel down Zack's arm. Tom's grasp is very unpleasant. Zack lets himself get dragged through the hallway to his cell.

Tom opens the door and unceremoniously tosses Zack toward the bed. "Enjoy your stay. Try not to spend all your time redecorating your cell." He turns and leaves.

Zack rolls his eyes at Tom's back. Then he watches Tom smile as he locks the door of the cell. This is why he wishes people didn't think he was a jock. Often times the word "jock" can just be switched out for the word "bully."

His jail cell is run down. The paint is cracking, the fluorescent light is flickering, and the handles of the sink are rusted. He looks at the bars. They look brand new. At least they have their priorities straight. Zack remembers the dent in the interrogation table and the hand print he left in the locker room door. Can he bend the bars? He walks up to the bars and looks down the hall. There is a camera pointed at his cell and there are guards milling about.

What is he going to do now? Zack feels a bit itchy. He never got to clean up properly after his sexual extravaganza earlier today. He waves down a middle-aged male guard. This guard is black and he has a shaved head. He is pudgy, but not overweight, and he is just a bit shorter than average height. Not one hair of his goatee is out of place. Zack was hoping this guard would be the one that came, because he looks like a nice person. "Could I get a washcloth and towel?"

"Sure." He leans in close to Zack. "I heard that you are being held here for no reason other than Uncle Sam's say-so. Most of the time they will at least call you a terrorist before they lock you up. Do you know why you are behind those bars?"

"I think it has something to do with the strange incident at my school. The feds probably want to question me themselves." Zack wishes he could explain more, but right now he needs to keep a low profile.

The guard nods. "Sounds about right. Do you want to take a shower? I could escort you to the shower room."

Zack almost says yes, but then he realizes that someone might notice his crotch. "A washcloth and towel will do me just fine. Thanks for the offer."

"I'll get them for ya right now." The guard walks away.

While Zack waits for the guard to get back, he sits on the bottom bunk and drums his fingers on the metal supports for the bunk bed. He starts humming a tune to himself. Songs of his own creation get stuck in his head periodically. Humming them and tapping to the beat often calms him down. He feels pretty relaxed now.

The moment the lights go out he is going to start working on controlling his transformationsâ€"it will be fun if he can control which gender aspects he has. Until today he never would have even fantasized about having breasts and a vagina, but now that he has experienced them he can hardly wait to play with them again. This is crazy; his libido is off the scale. Just how many times can he get off in one day? Zack snaps out of his reverie when he sees a washcloth and towel being offered to him. He walks up to the bars.

"Here ya go. Need anything else?" The guard hands the washcloth and towel to Zack.

"Just your name." Zack looks at the guard's kind face.

"Lawrence. If you need anything else, just ask." Lawrence turns and walks away.

The fact that Zack is locked in a jail cell is starting to get to him. He looks at the bars and sighsâ€"this sucks. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a turquoise blur moving. Rhonda is back.

"Your mom is going to bring some clothes by this evening. I'm afraid she won't be allowed to see you. Are you doing all right?" Rhonda is hanging onto the bars as if she wants to rip them from the wall.

Zack shares her sentiment. "I'm doing fine. There are some good people working here and I've been fortunate to become acquainted with a few of them. You included, of course."

"I work with some great people. And I'm glad that you've met some of them." Rhonda looks at her watch. "Is there anything I can do for you before I go back to the office?"

"No, you've done enough. Lawrence is taking good care of me." Zack grabs her hand. "Do you know that you have cancer?"

Rhonda pulls her hand out of his. "What? How?"

"I just know and I think it is spreading. I'm sorry." Zack frowns. Should he have told her?

"During my last checkup it looked like the chemo was working. I don't see how you could know, but you have done two impossible things already today. I'll make an appointment when I get back to my office." Rhonda grabs Zack's hands. "I'm going to do whatever I can to ensure the feds don't make you disappear."

"Thanks, Rhonda." Zack looks into her eyes. "I hope you get better soon."

"Me too." Rhonda lets go of Zack. "See you later."

"Goodbye." Zack watches Rhonda leave. He hopes that her cancer isn't terminal. Time to get himself cleaned up.

After walking over to the sink he turns on the hot water and the knob screeches in protest. He adjusts the water temperature, gets the washcloth wet, and then puts some hand soap on it. He pulls the front of his prison pants open and a wave of arousal hits him when he smells the scents of his earlier exploits. His face starts burning, but he concentrates and stops himself from changing.

Each time he touches his crotch his body tries to transform and when he is finally done cleaning himself he is mentally exhausted. He walks over the bottom bunk and lies on it. His body is no longer trying to transform, but he feels like he needs a nap. Can he transform when he is asleep? Zack gets under the covers and pulls them over his head just in case. The bed is not very comfortable and the pillow is too thin. He folds it in halfâ€"that's better.

The events of the day seem so faint right now. Zack's mind feels fuzzy and his body feels tired. Maybe there is a price for resisting his transformation or maybe he has just been through too much today. Soon his eyelids are too heavy to keep open and he falls asleep.

* * * * *

Zack wakes up to the sound of his name. He resists the urge to throw off the covers when he realizes that he might not be fully human. After making sure he has no obvious draconic attributes he pulls the covers off of his face. Lawrence is at the bars with a plate of food and a glass of water.

"Did you have a good nap?" Lawrence is smiling faintly.

"Yeah, I feel much better now." Zack looks at the plate of food. He didn't get enough lunch and his stomach feels painfully empty. "I'm guessing that it's dinner time."

Lawrence starts to stick the plate through a slot in the bars. "Here you go. I think you'll enjoy itâ€"they make a pretty good country-fried steak."

The country-fried steak does look good, but Zack could do without the peas. He gets out of bed and walks over to the bars. "Thanks." Zack grabs the metal plate and the plastic cup.

"Enjoy. My shift ends in an hour. Ask for Fred after I'm gone. He's a bit grouchy, but he's a lot nicer than the other guards on the night shift." Lawrence starts to walk away, but turns toward Zack when he hears his voice.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks again." The food smells great to Zack.

"Don't mention it." Lawrence walks down the hall.

The fork and knife are made out of cheap plastic. Zack hates plastic utensils, but he knows why they are used here. Flimsy plastic utensils make very poor weapons. He starts to scarf down his food. The mashed potatoes and peas are all right, but the country fried steak is quite good. The gravy is also pretty tasty. Zack finishes the plate of food so fast that he doesn't realize he is out of food until he tries to get food off of an empty fork. The peas didn't even bother himâ€"he hardly noticed them. He drinks the water in the glass. It tastes better than the water from the drinking fountain in the cell.

Again Zack is faced with boredom. He decides to work on some of the music that is drifting through his head. Often he has thought of getting the music out of his head and into a music making program, but it seems as though there is always something else in his life that is a higher priority. That's not the case todayâ€"he needs to distract himself. Maybe he can put some of the melodies together into an actual song.

* * * * *

The song Zack has put together in his mind has a hint of hopelessness in it, but it's very melodic. The beat is pretty complex. He is tired of working on it and is glad when he hears someone yelling "Lights out!"

Almost on command most of the lights go out. There are a couple lights that are left on in the hallway. Zack's heart starts to beat with excitement. He is going to try and transform himself. As he walks over to the bed he smiles to himself. If he can make himself transform, he'll have full control over his changes. He might even be able to change his gender on commandâ€"he grabs the towel so he'll have something to bite if he starts to have too much fun.

Zack climbs up to the top bunk. It will be harder for people to see what he's doing up there. He gets under the sheet and then thrusts playfully into the bed to test how squeaky it is. It barely makes any noiseâ€"Zack smiles widely. He can go all out. He takes off his prison uniform and prison shoes under the sheet and discreetly sets them aside.

Just as Zack is about to start his sexual exploration a practical thought drifts through his mind. If he can change his gender while he is still human, he could pass as a female after he breaks out. He concentrates on making his face more feminine. The change is easy for him. He isn't sure how well he did, but his face does feel different. Giving himself breasts is a little harder and slightly painful. He is able to release the tension on his skin by concentrating. Touching his breasts feels very goodâ€"he thumbs one of his nipples and sighs. They are so sensitive.

Changing his penis into a vagina is not as hard as he thought it would be. The pleasure he gets from this change causes him to pant softly. When he reaches down to his crotch he finds that his clit is fully engorged. Lightly, he traces a finger over it and he shudders. A sudden urge to be filled hits him and he plunges two fingers into his wet folds. His pussy is so ready. He grabs one of his breasts with his other hand as he bucks his hips. After thrusting into himself a few times he stopsâ€"he isn't finished changing himself. He isn't even part dragon yet.

His shape is still mostly masculine. He concentrates on the female image and suddenly he starts to shift all over. When the changes are finished he runs his hands over himself to check his handiwork. There is no doubt in his mind that his body feels female. He'll probably have to make little tweaks here and there while he looks at himself in a mirror, but he considers his experiment to be a success. Now for the real fun.

The moment he focuses on changing into his draconic form his body starts to change on its own. It's like he opened a door in his mind and his body stepped through it. He concentrates on helping himself transform and he can feel his transformation progressing at an incredible pace. A flurry of sensations are coursing through his body. When his tail starts to emerge he turns on his side. A few seconds later the changes stop and he can feel that he is now a dragoness.

Zack is so horny that he can hardly think. There is one more change that he wants to make. Being a herm earlier today was an amazing experience and he wants to feel the rush of a dual orgasm again. He concentrates on giving himself balls and a canine penis. The pleasure from this transformation causes him to squirm. His balls are heavy and they are pressing against his clit. With one hand on his sheath and one hand on a breast he grins to himself. Time to try something really kinky.

He points the tip of his tail at his scaly folds. Then he slowly inserts the tip of it into himself. Inch by inch he fills himself with his tail. He shivers in pleasure each time he moves the tip within himself. His penis is emerging from its sheathâ€"he helps it along by stroking it. Masturbation has never felt this good. It is hard for him to avoid screaming in ecstasy when his knot becomes free of his sheath.

The tip of his tail brushes something deep inside him and he bucks his hips hard. He gasps as a warm rush flows over him. That is the spot that John hit. Squeezing a breast, he starts to thrust into himself and into his hand rhythmically. Soon he is bucking his hips in time with his thrusts. This is intense. Each time he wiggles the tip of his tail his vagina goes crazy. He can feel pleasure run up his tail when his vagina clamps down on it. The tip of his tail is sensitive. How wonderful, he feels like he is fucking himself.

After a few minutes of this he is panting hard and having trouble containing his moans. He grabs the towel and bites down on it before he picks up the pace. A fire is building within him. It is so hot and so bright that he wonders how he is withstanding it. His penis feels so good in his scaled hand and his tail is amazing. He loves the way his breasts feel as they sway to his passion-filled movements.

A muffled growl comes from him as he increases his tempo. Intense pleasure is coming from his penis and cunt. He knows he is almost ready to cum and starts to use the tip of his tail even more. His hand is flying up and down his shaft. A tingling feeling is building at the base of his spine. He keeps fucking himself senseless until he feels he is teetering on the edge of release, then he takes his hand off of his breast and rubs his clit. The fire inside of him consumes him. He moans, growls, and screams into the towel. His cunt clamps down on his tail and his seed squirts into the sheet as he trembles in orgasmic bliss.

For ten minutes he just lies there with his tail still inside of him. He is completely satisfied. Not only can he control his body, but he can give himself the ride of his life. His new body is just perfect the way it is. He can experience things that he never imagined. The sticky mess on his chest catches his attention, but he doesn't want to move. His afterglow is giving way to a feeling of contented exhaustion.

His eyelids feel heavy. Maybe he will take a little nap before Glenn comes. Moments later his eyes close and he drifts off to sleep.